Yip Man 3

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"1959 Hong Kong"

"lp Man's older son was studying in Foshan."

"lp Man lived in Hong Kong

with his wife and younger son."

"He taught Wing Chun and promoted the martial arts."

Master lp

Morning!

So early?

Master lp, it's me.

You don't recognise me?

Siu Long

When I was little I asked to study with you.

You said:
grow up first.

Please take me as a disciple.

Why should I accept you?

Because I will be your greatest disciple.

Why are you so sure?

Because I'm fast.

How fast?

Not fast enough, kid.

Can you be faster?

Not bad.

But did you really kick the water

or only think you did?

Licorice, licorice

Come on, somebody are fighting

Fight! Fight!

Come on.

Cheung Fong of Wing Chun.

Ip Ching of Wing Chun.

Stop! Stop fighting.

I told you two not to fight.

Big trouble. It's not the first time.

Break the shell, then remove the yolk.

What's with the ring?

The old folks say that adding silver

helps with bruising.

So, why were you fighting today?

It's always over whose kungfu is best.

I should've kept an eye on them.

What a fight, they really got hurt.

It's Ching's fault. He's so naughty.

So, where is this boy's father?

Cheung Fong is new here.

His dad picks him up quite late.

Fong, what does your dad do?

Is he always so busy?

Rickshaw puller.

Sorry, sorry.

- Sorry, Miss Wong.

- Master lp

I was busy at the kungfu school

so I'm late.

Let me see.

Ah Ching, what's this about?

Both kids were at fault in fact.

So I wanted all the family heads here.

Right. ls Fong's dad here yet?

I need to apologise to them.

No, like you he's late.

No problem, work comes first.

Don't eat that.

- You can't eat it.

- Put it down

The boy is hungry.

Miss Wong, how about this -

we'll give them dinner first.

Just let his father know,

' Okay?

" Okay.

Okay, Wing-sing?

Of course

Fong, have dinner with us, okay?

Take your book bag.

- Take care.

- We're off.

Thank you

- Very kind, Master lp

- Sorry to trouble you,

- Thank you, Mrs lp.

- Bye

Bye

Ah Fong, eat up, don't be shy.

Yeah,Fong!

Make yourself at home, eat.

Eat up.

Darling, the fish is delicious.

Cheung Fong -

not bad.

Who taught you?

My dad. Can you fight?

A little.

I'm Cheung Fong's dad.

Is my son there, please?

Yes he is.

Nice to meet you, Mr Cheung.

Please, come in.

Fong, your dad's here.

Master.

Disciple

Tell me what went on today.

The kids were naughty and fought.

They'll learn in time.

Come here, Ah Ching.

Disciple

Aren't you going to apologise?

Ah Ching is at fault too.

Ip Ching, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Cheung Fong.

Shake hands.

Now you're friends.

I've taken you out of your way.

I apologise, Mr Cheung.

Good to meet you, Master lp.

I saw Fong working the wooden man.

He's good - he's been taught well.

Too kind.

But it's late.

You should rest.

I'll see you off.

Master

Uncle lp has a wooden man too

Do you know him?

Yes.

Uncle lp is very famous.

But one day

I'll be more famous.

Which of you

is better at kungfu?

Who do you think?

You of course!

Let's go.

Give me a look... does it hurt?

No

It's about to start.

Hurry! Hurry!

Bet on the winner.

- I told you, follow my lead.

- Great.

One at a time!

Bigger bets, bigger wins.

Move, outta the way.

Cheung Tin Chi, Cheung Tin Chi

How are you doing?

Come on, come on.

Brother Sang, Brother Sang.

- The boss is here.

- What?

The boss is here.

Not bad, kid.

Go.

Hit hard, fast.

Hey boss.

Come on.

- Wait here, I'll be right back.

- Okay.

Boss -

don't worry,

I've got it under control.

Two week's money.

- Open it.

- Okay.

You did good.

- Thank you.

- What about that other business?

The school?

No problem. Give me one month.

No. Two weeks.

C'mon...

Okay, I love a challenge.

Deal you

Remember, I want that school.

The rest means nothing without it.

Yes. Understood.

What kind of kungfu is that?

Wing Chun.

It's really powerful.

Martial artists come here every day.

We chat, drink tea...

Each school has its own table.

Master Tin.

- Master Chan, a rising star -

- Master Tin.

He has a lot of students.

Master Chan.

Now this table is amazing -

the best of the best.

It's my table.

Master Tin.

Just kidding.

The real champions sit there -

That's the Wing Chun table.

Master Tin.

Ah Lik, where's your master?

There he is.

Master lp.

Master Tin, have you eaten?

No - your treat?

Of course!

You know Master lp, of course?

- Master lp, hello. I'm Lee.

- How do you do.

- Mr Lee.

- Hello.

Lee is a reporter, and keen

to write about the martial arts.

He'll take photos too.

- Great.

- Okay with you, Master lp?

- Of course.

- Thank you so much.

- Master Lee, right here.

- Too kind.

- Ip Man, the center seat.

- No, no.

- It's yours.

- No, really.

No it's fitting, sit down.

Master lp, telephone.

I'll take that if it's okay.

Sure

we'll save your seat.

We'll wait.

Hello?

Did you forget our date?

Wasn't it for...

For today.

Today.

Oh, I'll rush right over.

I've been waiting an hour.

The dancing is almost finished.

So don't bother.

Just pick up Ah Ching from school.

Oh, I'm in trouble.

- Master lp, please.

- Sit down.

Here, the middle seat.

- Okay, I give in.

- And why not.

Look sharp, eyes front, hold still!

Ready.

One, two, three.

Master lp,

- Hello.

- you're here for your son?

Where's your wife?

She's busy today.

And you're not?

It's okay...

Master lp, you look younger by the day.

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